Earenniel P.O.V

Location: Carrok

It had been a few days since we had left the Rock structure, which I know now to be called Carrok from Gandalf.

After fleeing the Misty Mountains from Azog, we were still on the run. Each day we made our way cautiously through the woods trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

One morning, before Dawn Bilbo was sent to Spy on the orc pack. to see if he could spot Azog or at least see if the Orc pack was close.

I spotted a small leakage of water in between the rocks we were waiting by.

"We are still being hunted. We should keep moving." I said.

I could still smell the foul stench of The Wargs and their riders. They are not too far behind.

"How do you know?" Kili asked sitting next to me by the river bank.

"I can smell them." I say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What was Azog saying to you? you don't seem your self after your encounter with him." Kili said.

"Does anyone? What makes you think he said anything to me?" I say defensively.

"I saw him talking to you. I just couldn't hear what he was saying." Kili said.

"He mentioned an evil I haven't heard in a long time. A name I was taught to fear as a child. How Azog knows of him is impossible." I said.

I guide my hand into the water. A small trail of water traveled up my arm, it began to heal all the small cuts inflicted by falling on sharp-edged tree branches. The one that was caused by Azogs mace took longer to heal, but once it was I felt no more pain.

I could walk easier and run faster, now that my wound was healed.

Heavy footsteps caught my attention and I got my bow ready and aimed it in the direction I heard them. Soon, the maker of the heavy footsteps came into view above us.

Bilbo jumped at the sight of seeing my bow.

"How close is the pack?" Dwalin asked urgently as Bilbo came down.

"Too close!" Bilbo breathed out, he seemed exhausted from all the running.

"A couple of leagues, no more. But that's not the worst of it." He said.

"Have the Wargs picked up our scent?" Dwalin asked.

"Not yet, but they will...but we have another problem." Bilbo said Still trying to catch his breath.

"Did they see you? They saw you?" Gandalf spoke up behind them.

"No, that's not—" Bilbo began to say, but Gandalf turned his attention to the dwarves.

A proud smile spread across Gandalf's face as he turned to the rest of the company and declared.

"What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse! Excellent burglar material." Gandalf said.

The others began to murmur in agreement, ignoring the fact that Bilbo was trying to get our attention to tell us something it was evident in his face.

"What is it Bilbo? What's the Problem?" I ask.

"I am trying to tell you. There's something else out there!" Bilbo said.

The other Dwarves grew concerned and began to look to one another in fear.

"What form did it take?" Gandalf asked hesitantly.

"Like a bear?" He questioned Bilbo.

How did he know what else Bilbo might've else seen?

"yes, but bigger. Much bigger!" Bilbo answered his voice shaking.

"You knew about this beast?" Bofur questioned Gandalf suspiciously, but Gandalf just turned away, looking nervous.

"Gandalf, what is it your aren't telling us?" I question.

"I say we double back," Bofur suggested.

"And be run down by a pack of Orcs?" Thorin replied.

Before she or anyone else could respond, Gandalf turned back towards us.

"There is a house...not far from here where we might dotake refuge." Gandald said.

"Whose house?" Thorin asked. "Are they friend or foe?"

"Neither. He will help us or...he will kill us," was Gandalf's answer, which didn't make us feel any better. If anything, it made the dwarves nervous.

But it is either an excessively large bear, an Orc pack, Or a host that may or may not kill us. I'll take a fifty-fifty chance on living ratio than one that will most likely not go in our favor.

"What choice do we have?" Thorin asked. Looks like he agrees with me.

Just then, a roar was heard and everyone jumped in fear.

"None." Gandalf said in response to Thorin's question.

We took off running, weaving our way through the trees hearing the Orc pack just leagues behind them. I really don't want to have another run in with them. There's barely enough water to heal any wounds I gain on this journey as it is.

"Come on!" Gandalf called over his shoulder most likely towards the dwarves that were falling behind.

A loud roar was heard again. It echoed through the trees, seeming to sound closer and louder then it was before.

The bear was closer to us than the orc pack.

"This way, quickly!' shouted Gandalf, signaling the direction on which to go.

Up ahead Bombur was standing in place, looking horrified, as his direction was towards the end of the group.

"Bombur, come on!" Bofur said, grabbing his looped, braided beard and turning him around getting him to run again.

We continued to run, jumping over rocks and fallen branches in our way. Soon a tall wooden fence was spotted in the middle of a plain.

"To the house!" Gandalf said, pointing forward.

"Run!"

Through the wooden doors of the fence, there was a house, that was also made out of wood.

When another roar was heard everyone seemed to gain a little more speed in their step. we were almost to safety and that pushed us to run faster. Bombur ran a little more than the rest of us. He ran faster than everybody in front of him.

"Come on, get inside!" Gandalf said, ushering all of us inside the wooden fence.

Bombur was the first to the door of the house. slamming into it. He only staggered backward. The rest of the dwarves that were behind them did the same thing.

It was clearly locked.

"The door is Locked, why do you keep throwing yourselves at it like it's going to open... I'm pretty sure it's meant to withstand the strength of the Bear that's chasing us." I say standing behind the crowd of dwarves Infront of the door.

"Open the door!" Gandalf shouted, clearly in a panic as the bear was gaining ground.

"Quickly!" Thorin yelled. He then pushes his way through the company to the door managing to raise the bolt opening the doors.

All of us bolts inside the house and As we start to close the doors, the bear reaches the doors and try to shove its way through with its head.

The force of the beast slamming into the door drove the Dwarves to stagger backward.

I decided to join in pushing my way to the front towards ori. I was face to face with the beast. It got a good snap towards me before the doors were pushed closed. A wooden plank was put to seal the two doors together. Some of the company were panting others were gasping for air. It took all of us to push this doors closed it's evident why they are out of breath.

"What is that?" Ori said worriedly, turning to Gandalf who stood behind all of them.

"That...is our host," Gandalf answered, earning himself a few shocked looks from the others.

"His name is Beorn...and he is a skin-changer."

"Sometimes he's a huge black bear; sometimes he's a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with. However, he is not overly fond of dwarves." Gandalf said and I looked towards the others seeing their face full of discomfort.

Ori had moved back over the door and had his ear pressed up against it, listening to the bear outside.

The bear's footsteps were growing fainter.

"He's leaving." he quietly informed us

Dori then pulled him away from the door.

"Come away from there!...It's not natural, none of it!" Door said.

Dori looked up at Gandalf.

"It's obvious, he's under some dark spell!" Dori spat out.

"Don't be a fool." Gandalf replied. "He's under no enchantment but his own." Gandalf finished taking off his large hat and wandered to the side of the room.

"All right, now, get some sleep, all of you," He ordered the others.

"We'll be safe here tonight...I hope" He said mumbling the last part.

Everyone started putting down their weapons and packs. I spotted Thorin in a corner, slowly inching down a wall in order to sit down. his teeth gritted every time he moved.

I wish I could help him.

He had been badly wounded by Azog and the pale warg and the last few days all we had been doing was running and traveling. We barely had any time to stop and rest.

Walking over to him, I sat next to him.

"I see you're still in pain." I said.

"What about you?" Thorin asked.

"I healed my self before Bilbo came back, I found water seeping through the rocks. So, I'm okay. Thanks for worrying though." I said.

"You're apart of this company Earenniel. I have to worry about everyone in it, don't thank me for worrying about you." Thorin says.

"I thought you hated Elves and would think twice before letting one in your company." I said.

"You changed my mind, though I still hate elves for what they did to me...You showed me that not all of them are the same." Thorin said.

I smiled.

"You know every day, Azog is gaining on us? I fear that he may not, just be here to kill you. I fear that he wants me as well." I say.

"He wants all of us, don't fear." Thorin says.

He just doesn't get it. This world would fall if Kronos got free. I fell asleep next to Thorin with many thoughts running through my head.

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Third Person POV 

Location: A small distance away from Beorn's Home...

The beast sent low growls throughout the forest as he wandered aimlessly around his territory surrounding the house.

On another hill stood Azog and his warriors Starred upon the house that the Dwarves slept peacefully in. They wouldn't see this attack coming.

Soft, uneven foot's steps, stepped towards Azog. It was Narzug, who dared to speak to his master out of turn.

"*Bu margi hum. Guri shugi khozdayil*" (*Attack them now! Kill the dwarf scum as they sleep.*) Narzug Hissed.

Azog turned his head, and clenched his jaw in anger at Narzug. He was beginning to think his warrior's were loosing faith in him, but If they thought that his mind was swayed, in attacking the dwarves they were dead wrong.

"*Shâ. Hulim nari arangish.*" (*No, The beast stands Guard.*) he said as he pushing past the Orc. Heading back through the trees into the midst of the Pack.

"*Zadgarimid ru mong*" (*We will kill them on the road.*) He said letting a smirk appear on his face.

Just as he reached his pale warg, There was a stir from the woods behind him. His eyes flashed with alarm Thinking it was the Bear charging at them, so he readied his mace. Upon seeing his son, Bolg his eyes were no longer in alarm.

Bolg pulled his Warg away from Azog that was currently growling at him. His one good eye then roamed the surrounding area.

(*They are gathering in Dol Guldur... The Master has summoned you.*) Bolg said.

Azog let a furious scowl overcome his features before he left. It was almost like they were flying because they were traveling quickly across the distance. They finally hit the thick and thorny vines that curled around the forest surrounding Dol Guldur.

Azog angrily stalked through the crumbling halls, he didn't want to be here at the moment and it was evident in the deathly grip on his mace.

He came upon a doorway and entered through it. A Shadow appears from an opening higher up in the room. It was the in the shape and form of a man and two white eyes stood out of his darkness.

"We grow in number. We grow in strength. You will lead my armies." A voice said from the shadow.

Azog tensed, at what the Necromancer wanted him to do. He wanted Oakenshield, He wanted the Demigod. not lead his army.

"What of Oakenshield? What of the Demigod? She is the only way in and out of both worlds." He asked, stepping forward.

"War is coming. Oakenshield and that Demigod child will be dealt with later." the shadow said.

"You promised me his head!" Azog snarled.

"Death will come to all..." It said as it flew forward through his scarred chest and dissipated into the air.

Azog holding back a growl lifted his mace, clenched his fingers around it once again.

"Do we call off the Hunt?" Narzug questioned from the doorway.

He did not want to fail at killing Oakenshield, not again. He also didn't want the Demigod to go free.

"Bolg!" Azog said his sons name and it echoed through Dol Guldur.

Within seconds Bolg came riding through the doorway.

"I have a task for you." Azog said.

Bolg's good eye looked baffled for a moment, and then it turned icy.

"Do you still thirst for dwarf blood?" Azog finished and a Smirk appeared on Bolg's face.

"What about the Elf?" Bolg asked.

"You will no doubt encounter her...She was born and Bred a warrior. I would rather you not kill her. We need her." He finished with a smirk on his lips.

"Why?" Bolg asks.

"She is the child that escaped our clutches many years ago, The Demigod that was Prophesized to bring Kronos, Son of Morgorth, Back to Middle Earth." Azog said.

His smile never Faulted.

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